Vita
Will I let him save me?
From him?
From my employer?
From myself?
I stare blankly. He’s already a guy I can’t fuck and forget about. I’d be out of my mind to trust him.
“Save me? Are you planning my death by orgasm?”
I glide my right fingers up the outside of my thigh and move them toward my pussy. He snatches them away and holds my arm out to the side.
“Uh-uh,chica. I didn’t give you permission to touch any part of yourself. You may have answered my question with questions, but that’s still an answer.”
He releases my wrist to slip his fingers beneath the waistband of my thong. He fists it and pulls. When I take a step forward, his long legs cage me.
“Be a goodchiquitaand take off your panties.”
I open my mouth to refuse, but his dark eyes bore into me. Staring into the pools of whiskey is intoxicating.
Does he have mind control powers?
I want to obey more than my rational mind can insist this is beyond fucked-up.
“Remember what awaits you if you play along.”
I’m practically salivating at the idea that he’ll make me come. I want to know how so badly that I’m biting my tongue to keep from asking. I know he won’t tell me—at least, not the truth. I make the most of it and shimmy the thong down my hips, teasing him as I do it. Once it’s around my ankles, I step out of it and kick it behind me. He lifts me to straddle his lap, my bent legs resting over his. My shins press into his thighs, and my ankles cross just like my wrists.
“If only you’d given me a proper answer to my last question.”
His right hand lands across my ass even harder than the earlier spank.
“Ow!”
Fuck!
Fuck to the pain, and fuck to me reacting aloud.
I’m prepared for the second one, but I’m not ready when his hands work in tandem—one spanking me, and the other rubbing my clit.
“Care to give me a proper answer? Will you let me save you?”
“You can save me from death by edging.”
He chuckles, and the sound makes my pussy burn with an ache that began the night we met. My vibrator hasn’t done shit to help. I turned down Patrick’s offer to hook up. Tempting as it was because I knew he’d get me off more than once, it didn’t appeal to me. I only want Alejandro.
I must be clinically insane. Truly.
“Come on, Gisella?—”
“Vittoria.”
“What?”
“My name’s Vittoria. It seems pointless to use an alias when you know what I am and why I’m here.”
